Drowning By Choke Poem by Saul Palti

Conforming with conformers
in line with fashion even dialect never intellect
the rod realises yet another meter
and comfort diminishes ambition
cold the winds blow

turn it on
the radio begins to gliosis
while ears hidden surly listen
pestilence sarcasm all the rest
slander with all the detest

what future what present what history
is all mistaken a dead vision
truth is what iv learnt
yearning book and bull
as the stars begin to fall

my wife plays with herself
a Jezebel at heart but not in school
a fountain sprays her world apart
in lacklustre fortune and all

our commission
each alone individual
each alone mind body and soul sense it
unique only a race
in Londons holy way